And I'll take all the tears we've cried for you,
And sprinkle the world with it's dew;
Because only then will it sparkle like it used to do.

And friends are the kind of people,
Who can make you laugh; even when they aren't there.

That's two, too many people gone
When life isn't even half through yet.

Poke your eyes out,
Because you pinkie promised me forever.